literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Rose Bloom
Shaking from the nerves and my heart pounding in both excitement and fear, not knowing what was to come. I was seated for what seemed like an eternity, hands shaking with my little black book clasped tightly as I tried to hold the words I had rehearsed for hours previous to this moment, attempting to block out the undertone singing of the others in the room as they too awaited there turn.
By Tommy Winehouse6 years ago in Humans
Children of the Night
The crescent moon barely lit the crisp night sky as the fall breeze floated the last dying leaves across the yard of the Edgewood Plantation and blew open the latch of Evelynn’s window seat. As the cold air tickled the freckles on her skin Evelynn smirked at the call of the moonlight that spoke to her soul every night. She turned out of bed stepping into her buckled black boots grabbing her readied jacket and scarf from the bed post and made her way to the window seat of her room. Climbing out upon her roof she breathed in the crisp New England fall air, a beautiful scent that can only be understood by true, “nutmeggers.” It smelled of bonfires hidden in the backwoods, pickup parties in the old car lots, and hope for something new. It was clear to Evelynn that people, like trees, had to shed their outer edges every once in a while in order to prepare for the seasons to come. She wanted so badly to shed the suburban shell she had been born into and run away into the night. The sun had never been kind to her for in the daylight hours the expectations of her outweighed her own plans for her life.
By brooke vecchi6 years ago in Humans
Operation: Dim Pages
Simeon hated Tuesdays. He especially hated late Tuesday afternoons. Any other day of the week was blissful, and bright. It bothered him observing everyone living typical daily routines, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was, in fact, Tuesday. Simeon’s day was unaffected by what day of the week it was; it didn’t matter. The only thing on his mind was executing his next step in his operation with his workmate Milo. He knew today would be a success. The operation was dependent only on the contents of the ‘dim pages,’ the collection of data Milo gathered, and Simeon analyzed. Once Milo arrived, they began on foot to station one. There weren't any heavy objects, nothing of value was inside this one. They had a hunch telling them to go further inside anyway, for research purposes. They had enough time and decided to take advantage of an easy entry and finding. Wherever they wanted to go they went. It could be risky sometimes, but the two pals had a vision that had to be met by any means necessary. Milo loved to explore each station he discovered. Before groundwork, when he was carefully locating the data for each station, he so anticipated arriving and beholding the magnificence of his findings. He never seemed to be disappointed. Simeon, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to move on to the next assigned location. He enjoyed his time discovering with Milo, they both shared the same excitement for their work. So, he always stayed for as long as Milo pleased. Nothing on earth would allow Simeon to rush because he too, found each finding magnificent. Station two was everything Simeon wanted. By the contents of dimpages, he saw clearly how abundant this station would prove to be for their operation. He was often right about his hunches, and he was certain about this one, he couldn’t stop convincing Milo about it. He knew they’d see it for themselves. Outside, there were bright magenta flowers. Inside, the walls were glowing excellently. It was so beautiful, they didn’t want to look anymore. But the house was so big, so mysterious. It seemed so pristine as if nobody really lived inside. Dust covered everything on the walls, ceiling, floors, furniture, staircase, it was much. It was like spiderwebs covering the side of a bush or morning dew on a 100-acre field. It was beautiful. They knew this was a treasure. The atmosphere alone magnetized their desire for more. Milo clutched the dimpages, a black notebook with the tips of the pages tinted gold all around. Simeon smiled greatly. There was a photo of a handsome family on the wall covered in dust. They held their breath and they went up the staircase. They knew exactly where to go. Upstairs wasn't as dusty. The sun shining through the windows made the dust that filled the air dance. It was magical and warm. The string hung down the hallway from the ceiling. Milo rushed to pull it down and dust, of course, covered the two. All the way upstairs was cooler. The air felt crisp and made them feel alert. There were typical attic things in the attic. There were attic things such as a typical box with typical contents. There was no lock, so Simeon opened the box easily. There was cash. There were wrist watches. The watches they kept and the money they’d spend. Simeon and Milo felt peace and happiness. This was the point of the operation after all. Successful findings was the goal. They gathered the data carefully and analyzed delicately. They didn't worry any day of the week. They needed everyone else to have a typical Tuesday so theirs could be an amazing Tuesday. It always was. Simeon still hated Tuesdays. Though his operation wouldn't be as successful if they knew Tuesdays were great, he still wished they did. So that they too, could find typical attic things.
By Luckky Seven6 years ago in Humans
Trist of a Tale pt.3
As we pack up my belongings onto the family horse, Stella continues to comfort my mother as a crowd starts to gather far away from the house, curious eyes gazing at us from windows nearby and from around corners of homes. I tie up my sleeping pack to the saddle of the horse, I can see Mother sobbing from my position and my mind wanders to what she told me while we were packing.
By Michael Gaydos6 years ago in Humans
His Little Black Book
His Little Black Book I stare at the pages beneath my fingers and still can’t believe it. Is any of this real? I have to make it to the next stop, my stop, then I can figure this all out. Finally reaching the dark, deserted hole of a bus stop I get off and immediately feel eyes on me. Who is it? Do they know what I have?
By Celeste Davila6 years ago in Humans
The Manor House
Here I sit, alone with you; in the attic. My uncle’s belongings scattered about, collected through time and waylaid in a bid to preserve memories. Sat within a hold to decaying realities and claims on fading photographs of days long, long gone. I will find it, I just have to keep looking.
By Devia Vyne6 years ago in Humans
Somewhere Far From This Mortal Plane, The Devil Lost His Cheque-book
Dead-end alleys are not often visited, especially when they’ve branched out from a tight path that has itself branched out of a main street. Any sane person would tell you that such a place isn’t sensible for a shop, but the book-smart wizard with a wacky business idea wouldn't have any of it. He’d come up with a range of quirky magical items that even non-magic users could use, and he was determined to make a fortune from it. He had of course been thoroughly mocked by his fellow wizards but he wasn’t phased. Our wizard made his ‘Mysticorner’ at the end of one such street, hired the tidiest applicant, and opened the doors expecting his unique business to explode.
By Kian Shayan6 years ago in Humans
Taegong: In The Car
VALENTINE COOKIE's debut single, Love Crunch blasted through Taeyang's headphones. Since he would be working with Gong-gi, Taeyang thought it would be wise to listen to their discography. He was unsure if the storm outside hindered or enhanced the music experience.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Humans
The Girl
“Just get up and have a shower” she thought to herself. Doing that would be an achievement at this point. it took every ounce of positivity and motivation she could muster just to take her eyes off of her phone and pull herself out of bed. She had spent the whole morning mindlessly scrolling until she found herself reading some random click bait article that contained the word shower, a sign from the universe she thought as she scrambled for the inspiration to not be the same lazy piece of shit she had been yesterday. The article described a form of ‘shower meditation’. It suggested that if you enter the shower with a will to change your life and you genuinely believe it to be possible you can exit the shower into a different reality. Nothing extreme like an alternate universe where the sky is purple, and the ocean is made of diamonds. It would be a reality exactly like your own, but with minor changes.
By Lisa Sharny Jones6 years ago in Humans
Taegong: Check-In
It had been five years since Gong-gi set foot in an airport. After a dozen countries, all the airports look the same. That Deja-vu hit him like a tonne of bricks. He couldn't stop fidgeting. "I shouldn't be here," he muttered to himself. Back then, music was all he had. His wife would wake up to a half-empty bed, and there will be one less person on the dinner table. His phone was where he left it by the kitchen side.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Humans
